You plan to be a tree I plan to be a bird As we head to our next life Our third
I will make home along your branches Search for seeds amongst your roots Tickle my feathers with your buds Coat myself in their fragrance As they open with spring love
I will use your leaves as shelter From the golden summer sun And dance with them as they pirouette To the copper autumn floor I'll take your twigs as arms To cradle my winters nest
